My brain has completely turned to mush. I can’t believe that this is happening to me, that I’m really about to have sex with Matthew Pierce! Somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is one hell of a turn around. Just yesterday he was like ice. Cold and hard, keeping me at arms length, but this morning he’s nothing like that at all! He’s fire and passion, his touch belying a desperate need to hold me that leaves my head spinning. I’m so ready to give myself over to this man, to let him ravage me until we collapse together on the floor in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs. If he weren’t kissing me so intensely I would be begging him to fill me up with his huge cock!

Nothing could stop us from giving into our carnal desires. Nothing except my father shouting up the stairs.

Afraid of being caught with Matthew fingering my pussy, I start to pull away. Just the thought has me embarrassed and ashamed. Matthew is my stepbrother now, our parents would freak if they found out were were fooling around like this! But he doesn’t let me budge. I can still feel his primal need for me. He keeps playing with me, rubbing my wet inner walls with the skill of a god. A soft moan escapes me, I know I shouldn’t be allowing this to continue, we need to stop, we can’t be seen this way, but he just feels so damn good!

My whole body is quivering, I know I don’t have the strength to say no, to put an end to this unexpected encounter. By the wild, hungry gleam in his eyes I know Matthew won’t be able to stop it either. We’re doomed, I think to myself, we’re going to be caught in the middle of me being finger fucked! I should be mortified by this realization, but the idea only excites me more, making me grind my gushing pussy against his hand.

When he starts to whisper in my ear I shiver, the heat in his voice making me writhe with desire. It takes a few seconds for my mind to grasp what he’s saying. At first his confession fills me with a surge of joy. Finally, after all this time he’s admitted that he wants me! Hearing him say it gives me a feeling of elation like I’ve never experienced. For a brief, shining moment I want to drag him into the nearest room and let the man use every inch of my body in whatever way he chooses. Then his words really hit me.

Has he really wanted me all this time? If that’s true why has he treated me with such cold cruelty? Why did he shun me, push me away, make me feel like some hussy he couldn’t be bothered to have around anymore? How could he stand to put me through such hell if he’s really been pining after me for four years?

No. No, he has to be lying. He’s just telling me what I want to hear so he can get in my pants and that makes everything so much worse. Hurt and anger force out the wanton fire inside me and without thinking I act on the first impulse those emotions carry with them. My palm makes a percussive noise as it connects with his cheek. The blow is barely enough to turn his head, but the weight of the action is enough to convey exactly how I feel.

This time when I push him away he lets me go. Part of me laments the loss of his body against mine. I hate that the moment had to end like this, but it’s not my fault in the slightest. I was willing, I’ve been willing since he came home, but I refuse to let him make a fool out of me!

“Hey! Are you two awake? Don’t make us come up there!” I hear my Dad yell again.

“Yeah,” I keep a glare fixed on Matthew, “I’m just getting in the shower, sorry!” We may not be on the verge of fucking anymore, but I still don’t think it’s wise to let them see the tension that’s hanging between the two of us.

Needing to put some space between us I hurry to the bathroom without saying a word to Matthew. I’m so embarrassed and I feel so stupid, falling for his stupid tricks. I should have known better, but I just want him so badly. I need him, more than I’ve ever needed anything and I hate myself for that. If only I could feel nothing toward him all of this would be so much easier. Unfortunately my body is in disagreement with my mind, urging me to go back into the hall and lure Matthew in here so he can fuck me anyway.

Trying to divert my attention to anything else, I pull off my shirt and throw it in the hamper, then lean over the tub to get the water going. Immediately I imagine Matthew behind me, rubbing my ass cheeks as he pounds me with that gorgeous cock of his. I bite my lip, fighting to get control of my wandering thoughts and aching pussy. I’m entirely unsuccessful.

While the water is getting hot I quickly brush my teeth. I’m too ashamed to look at myself in the mirror. Ashamed that after everything I still want to let that man fuck me silly. I try to focus on the anger and hurt, but I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to have his fingers inside me and how much better it would have felt when he finally filled me with every thick, hard inch of his hung cock…

I rinse my mouth and then run a brush through my hair before climbing into the shower. The hot water feels nice on my skin, heating me up, heightening my arousal. If only we hadn’t been interrupted, we’d still be in the hall together about to have mind blowing sex. Even though he would have just been using me, a part of me doesn’t mind because I would be using him, too.

I lean against the shower wall, the water beating down on my neck and shoulders. I can’t keep myself from wishing that he was in here with me, taking me hard and fast, pounding me until I’m screaming his name. I close my eyes and reach down, remembering the way his fingers touched me, aroused me. I know I should hurry because everyone is waiting on me, but I need to alleviate some of this sexual tension if I’m going to make it through a four hour car ride with Matthew.

My finger slips between my labia, stroking at the warm inner folds of my aching pussy. I dip my middle finger into myself, trying to mimic how his finger wiggled and pumped inside me. My thumb caresses my clit, swirling around the swollen nub as the pleasure coalesces into a warm, bubbling pool deep inside me.

I bite my lips so I don’t moan, savoring the heat and sensation. I imagine Matthew on his knees in front of me, fingers thrusting deep into my pussy, while his tongue and lips work my clit. I picture my hands tangling in his hair as his efforts bring me closer and closer to a lofty climax. The pool overflows a second later, sending a tidal wave of tingling heat over my skin and through the core of me. I have to fight to hold back, to stop myself from whimpering his name. Getting myself come takes the edge off, but it’s not enough. It’s not what I really need.

I want to hate Matthew for making me ache this badly for him, for riling me up so that he’s nearly impossible to resist. It’s not fair that he’s reduced me to this, to trembling head to toe in the shower, just at the mere fantasy of fucking him!

As I start to regain control of myself, the rush of the orgasm fading away, I arrive at an important conclusion. I’ve played nice until now, I’ve kept my distance and tried to be civil, but after this morning there’s no way in hell I’m letting him off easy anymore. I’m going to do everything in my power to make him squirm, to make him so horny that he’ll be on his hands and knees, begging to fuck me. I smile to myself, imagining how fun it’s going to be to drive him crazy.